IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into the ring with